Haunted Appalachia | Cryptids, Fae, Summer Camp Terrors & True Ghost Stories (x321)

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Come out to the woods.

to the woods. Step one step further.

One little tiny step further.

Just past the tree.

Just give us your soul and your body so we can consume it. Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy. If you see something, no you didn't. If you hear something, no you didn't. It's Appalachia.

And we have some horrifying stories from you all all about Appalachia.

Very spooky.

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episode of ghost stories about one of our favorite topics. So, enjoy and please fill out the survey if you have a couple minutes. Thank you. To the episode. Hi. Hi. This is Two Girls One Ghost.

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And we are your ghostesses. That is Karen.

Hello. I'm Sabrina. And you might notice if you're watching the videos that the lighting is green. And there's one place in the world that made me pick the color.

Only one place in the world. Only one

that's green that has green. No, but uh it's dark. It's vast. It's landscape spans many, many states, if not countries. It's mountainous. And there are If not countries. Yeah. It goes up through Canada. I thought it ended at Mount Katahdin. No. Remember when I did the whole episode

I'm thinking of the trail. Okay, okay. It's Appalachia. Yeah, it's Appalachia. [laughter] And there's creepy things, all those things, whatever. And we have some horrifying stories from you all all

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about Appalachia. Would you like to begin? I would love to. Great.

the ghost boy at summer camp

Okay. I'm trying to think which one do I pick. Okay, this

is from our listener Grace. The ghost boy at summer camp. Hi, my name is Grace and I've been loving your podcast. It's become my go-to for when I do my grandma hobbies. My title is a little dramatic, but this story is out of everything I've ever experienced by far the strangest. It still baffles me on what exactly happened at that summer camp. Seriously, if you have any ideas, please let me know because I would love to figure it out. It's a ghost. Okay. I was about 10 years old and I was living in West Virginia. That summer, I guess my parents decided it would be a fun idea to send me to summer camp for a week and it was a Bible summer camp. And it was in the Appalachia mountains region. So, we've got summer camp, Bible summer camp in Appalachia. That's a trifecta. Yes. This was about 45 minutes from my house

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and it was the type of camp where they made you go to a service for an hour before you could even eat, you know.

Oh, no. That would I would vomit. During my week at this camp, I developed a deep love for Blue Bunny ice cream sandwiches. I'm not joking. I ate one or multiple every single day that I was there. Yum. This obsession with ice cream sandwiches made me one day go into the community center where they sold them. And for context, I had heard from a friend I had made at the camp that the pastor's kids were also at this camp and that his kids were young. So, when I entered the community center, blinded by my love for the ice cream sandwiches, I saw a boy who looked a few years younger than me and I really thought nothing of it. The thing that did catch my eyes though was that he was holding a large cone of strawberry ice cream that looked amazing. Ugh. So, I went up to him and I asked him, "Where did he get it?" Cuz they did not sell scoops of ice cream at this camp, only the pre-packaged stuff. But this boy does not respond. He just stares at me silently. So, naturally I

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keep asking. I'm like, "Hey boy, where where'd you get the ice cream?" Hey boy. Hey boy. I added that part. "Where'd you get the ice cream?" Each time [clears throat] I asked, I was more and more determined cuz I loved strawberry ice cream. Ice cream fiend at Bible camp.

My obsession demanded to know where to get scooped ice cream. But still, he didn't answer me. Mhm. So, since I couldn't get an answer from him verbally, I walked by him to get to the counter that was around the corner and I asked the girl there, "Hey, where'd that boy get his ice cream?" thinking she would poke her head out the window and tell me where cuz he was still completely visible from where I was at the counter. However, when the girl did poke her head around the corner and I looked to see where she was looking, the boy was gone. And the strawberry ice cream was gone, too. Mhm. She asked me which boy, and I was confused. So, I looked back again, doing a double take, and there he is again, standing there. So, I told her, "That boy." and pointed. And then both of us turned together to look, but when we do, he's gone again.

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I was pointing at nothing.

Oh, that is so trippy. When I looked back at her, as she told me a second time that no one was there, I looked back by myself this time, and again, he is there. I looked back at the counter again to complain about him keeping disappearing and reappearing, pleading my case that a boy had been standing there with strawberry ice cream. So, a third time, I got her to look over to where he had been, but again, he was gone. I left the counter annoyed and irritated. I was so pissed off that I didn't even get my own ice cream sandwich that I had originally come in for.

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As I was about to walk out the doors, I turned around again, and there he was, standing there in the exact same spot I had seen before, as if he had never even moved. I was beyond mad, so I marched right up to them, determined to prove the fact that he was real to the girl at the counter, and get a response from him. But before I could reach him and grab onto him, as I was instinctively thinking to do, there was a voice in my head, loud, and it said, "Do not touch him."

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[sighs and gasps]

It was a very authoritative kind of voice that you do not doubt when you hear, a deep, booming man's voice. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared. I was so in shock at the voice in my head, more than anything, because I've never had this happen to me before. The only voice I'd ever had before and after this event is my own internal monologue, and nothing else. I collected myself. The boy still standing in front of me. My arms had been stretched out, but I was frozen after hearing the voice. In that moment, I knew, "I'm not going to get any closer." So, I turned around and walked out of the community center. For the next couple of days, I was still taken aback by what happened. I thought maybe it was one of the pastors' kids that was just messing with me. The camp had an age minimum and he looked too young to go there, so I figured it had to be one of the pastor's kids. So, I told a friend that I had seen one of them and I didn't know that the pastor had had a son. I also said that he acted very strangely. My friend responded saying, "The pastor did not have a son." He had two young girls. I was in

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complete shock and that was when I started to think back to the interaction or well, lack thereof. And in my memories, I noticed how strange the boy was dressed. He looked almost out of the '70s. His hair was parted to the side. He was wearing a muted plaid sweater. And for context, this happened in 2018. There were no kids at the camp dressed like him and I was always very in tune with the paranormal as a kid. Like I would get heavy or sick feelings when I went into old buildings. I'm now 18 and I still have no idea who or what he was.

Mhm. I've never experienced anything like that since. I hope you enjoy. You two are literally my favorite spooky pod. From Grace. Oh my god. That is so bizarre. It's also so strange because it's like for a minute, I was like, "Oh, well, maybe she can only see him from her peripheral vision and that's why he keeps like disappearing and then reappearing." But no, it's only when Grace was looking directly at him. And only when she was looking at him alone. He's going to have exactly her height. Kryptonite.

Which that makes it feel more menacing.

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Mhm. And the fact that

knew exactly what she loved most. What would drive her mad. What she would do anything to get. Would drive her to touch him. Scoops of strawberry ice cream. That would get me, too. Oh my god.

But the voice saying like, "Don't touch him."

would get me. If they had those. I would say I would be safe at this Bible camp. But the don't touch him, like that voice feels very guardian to Grace. Like who knows what would have happened had she touched him. And what happens all the time at this Bible camp? Doesn't it kind of remind you of like a version or an iteration of a black-eyed kid? I guess. It was reminding me more of Pennywise. Oh, ew. Which is kind of the same don't let us in like letting them in, touching them.

Enticing and like presenting as what would most intrigue a child. Yeah. Terrifying. I'm glad you didn't touch him. I honestly don't know what to say he was other than a ghost of some kind who yeah, knew what you wanted and was

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trying to tempt you with it.

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Creepy, creepy, creepy. Oh my gosh. Did you go home after that? I would I would call my mom. And she was just frustrated. She wanted the strawberry ice cream. Can you pick up Can you pick up some strawberry ice cream on the way when you come get me?

Yeah. You know what this reminds me of? So, I don't think you've watched it, but Black Phone. Mhm. The movie. First movie? So [snorts] good. Like so good. Oh, did they remake it or is there a sequel?

made a second movie. The second movie? Not great, but it takes place at a summer camp where there are like kids who have died. And it has this vibe of like what's the history of the summer camp and the spirits of the ghosts who who were murdered on the campsite and their murders are still unsolved and their bodies haven't been found. Perfect setting for a spooky movie. Especially in Appalachia. Oh, yeah.

screams, howls, and 2 eerie strangers

Okay, what do you have? Okay. This is from Muriel. Hope I'm pronouncing that correctly. Hey ladies, I recently found you two and I've binged so many of your videos. I've been sitting on this story

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for years. Not intentionally, just never thought someone would want to hear it. Where do you Where does that kind of phrase come from? Sitting on a story. Like literal meaning is very funny. Let's find out. Let's see how quickly I can do this.

sit on a book to get taller? I guess you can sit on other things, too. Like sit on information. Just withholding it. Yeah, this I guess Google doesn't understand cuz I'm getting suggested a brief history of sitting down.

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Who was the first person to sit down? Not my child, I can tell you that.

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I'm not sure. Anyway, okay, back to it. I was inspired to send this in because my friend was on Rainn Wilson's podcast for her alien encounter. And when she heard my story, she was shocked I hadn't sent in the story to any podcast. So, here I am sending it to you, ladies.

your friend got on Radio Rental? That's so cool.

That is really cool. Those are some of the spookiest stories. Actually, I will say, for the amount of stories that they have on Radio Rental, I'm shocked how many are in in Massachusetts. I feel like there's always like three or four

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that are right around Boston. Yeah. Spooky places.

Very. This happened years ago, the summer of 2018, I think. I was hiking off the C&O Canal. And to explain the C&O Canal towpath, it's a long, mostly flat trail that runs for about 185 miles from Washington, D.C. to Cumberland, Maryland. Damn. It follows an old canal that was used back in the 1800s to transport goods. Boats would float down the canal while mules walked alongside the towpath pulling them. That is where the towpath comes from. Wow, that feels like a whole different life. I know. And that wasn't that long ago. Only a couple hundred years. Today, it is a car-free trail used for biking, hiking, running, and just enjoying nature. It's super peaceful. It runs right along the Potomac River with tons of trees, old canal locks, little bridges, and even some abandoned structures to explore. Three miles of the towpath are part of the Appalachian Trail. And this story takes place within those three miles. Only three miles of it?

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Mhm. Damn. Yeah, I I'm just picturing like the second you cross into the Appalachian region, like those three miles, like you would be if you're on a run, you are sprinting those three miles.

entering the dark forest. You you immediately know. Horrifying. That night, my ex and I were off the main trail down at the shore of the river, and things were getting spicy. But then we heard it. A woman's blood-curdling scream. It wasn't coming from the towpath. It was further down the shore. But, just far enough out of sight. Then, some howling dogs. Not just barking, howling like bloodhounds. The screams, the dogs, they were coming from the same area. We didn't investigate. There was no cell service. Without even thinking about it, we just got back on the towpath and started heading towards our car. And the second, I mean the second our feet hit the towpath, there were two guys there. They just came out of nowhere. And they were weird. Like human versions of Pain and Panic from Hercules. One was tall and lanky with a long, long

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beard. The other was short, chubby, so pale, freakishly pale. And the memory of them, it's almost like dreamlike, like not a real memory of someone that you've met. More like when you wake up and you know a character in your dream, but you can't quite picture their face. Mhm. Well, we were about 15 minutes from the parking lot. It's dark, it's maybe around 10:00 p.m. The woman's still screaming. The dogs are still howling. My ex is a coward, so it was up to me to talk to these two guys. They wanted us to come with them to go help this woman. They said they wanted to go help. [laughter] Again, being lured into the woods. It's like, okay, well, can't these two men just do it themselves?

Yeah. I told them over and over in different ways, we're heading to our car. We can't get involved. Stop talking to us. If you want to go help, please go help. We are not going. It didn't feel real. It felt like someone else was feeding me my lines. Like I wasn't even in charge of my own words.

Good that those were the lines that they gave us feeding you. They were almost excitedly asking if we could hear the lady. Did we think she was on the side of the river? Or maybe

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she was on the other side? Ew. And the sounds, the screams, the dogs, they seemed to respond to what these two said. They'd say, "That dog doesn't seem nice." And then the dog would growl. They'd say, "She seems closer now." And the scream would seem closer. Oh my god, my eye is twitching. Finally, we reached the turnoff that leads to the parking lot. We had to cross the railroad tracks to get there and I was crossing them backwards so I could see if they were following us. I looked down at Sunotrip and when I looked back up, these two men had vanished. I didn't see them vanish, but I did feel their presence leave. It was like stepping out from under a tree's shade into the sunlight, only it was night and it was their vibe that left. I walked backwards almost the entire way to the car, watching for any movement, but there was nothing. We didn't call the cops and I don't know why we didn't. We just got in the car and we drove home in silence and never talked about it again for years. Three years later, I finally asked my ex

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about it and made him tell me his side of the story and it was exactly the same. Every detail that I remember. My brother's too logical and he's unbelieving so he says that it had to have been a murder attempt or maybe a cult thing that it was real. They were trying to lure us off the path. Yeah.

But it didn't feel real. They didn't feel real. Whatever it was, it was trying to lure you off the path.

Yeah. Maybe it was real, but I know that they were not. All the best, Mariel. So creepy. I mean, that has so many of the qualities of Appalachian stories.

Mhm. The screams of a woman, something trying to lure you into the woods. I mean, this like the two men is the thing that I haven't heard before. Like like And them appearing, yeah.

Actively with verbal words.

Trying to bring you in. Mhm.

[clears throat]

And like they're excited.

And they won't just let it go. They're not just like, "Oh, did you hear that? Like we're going to go check it out. Do you want to come?" No, no. We don't. Okay. Call the cops when you get back into your service.

Yeah, no. It's literally about like

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excitedly like, "No, come with us. Come with us. Don't you hear that? What do you think she's doing?"

[sighs and gasps]

The dog doesn't sound very nice. Yeah. And then the dog growling more.

Mhm. Oh. I bet she's closer and then she's closer. Oh. Why do I I they're like the conductors of the Appalachian cryptids. Oh, maybe. And creatures. Also just kind of this the description of them. I know that she was like it was very dream like and they didn't quite seem real or human. It also kind of makes me wonder if like they were old-timey in a way, too. Oh, interesting. I'm picturing them as the two guys from Home Alone.

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Uh, okay. Marilla got away, too. So.

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the fae stole my mom's keys?

Would you like my scarier one now or at the end? Mhm, at the end. Oh. Oh.

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Who is she? We'll end on scary.

Okay, well this is also one that you'll like cuz it's got fay involved. Oh, lovely. This is from our listener Erin. It is called The Fay Stole My Mom's Keys. Hi ladies, I'm so excited to be writing to you. I've been listening for a relatively short time. This was back in 2023, so we hope you're still here listening. But I love your approach to the supernatural and how you're transparent about your own personal journeys. So this story happened yesterday in 2023. And I feel so vindicated that I had to tell you. A little background. I grew up in Ohio, but moved to Australia in 2006 at the age of 20. My family still lives in Ohio with extended family scattered down the East Coast. This past week, my cousin was getting married in the mountains of North Carolina. Hmm. And my very sweet mother took on the jobs of creating all the bouquets, all of the flower arrangements, the boutonnieres, and making the cake. As you can imagine, she was a little run off her feet the entire week. She is 70 years old.

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Yeah. So a bunch of family members from out of town rented an Airbnb, and the first time I spoke to my mom while she was there, I had this feeling that something was going on. I wasn't sure what, and my mom didn't say anything specifically, but there was just a vibe that I was getting. Cut to the day after the wedding, my poor mom is just exhausted and ready to drive 9 hours back to Ohio. That's also all that work, and then she's like the next day immediately getting in the car and drive 9 hours. So she stopped to give one of the teens a hug, and she said she had her keys in her hand when she hugged him. He agrees. She walks down the hill from the house, gets in the car, and realizes she doesn't have her keys. Now, there are probably 10 people there at this point who spent the entire morning about 3 hours looking for her keys. They pull everything out of the car, scour the path she took from the house, even rake the leaves up around the house trying to uncover the keys. At this point, everyone but my aunt has to leave in order to get home at a decent time. So now it's down to two people. They call AAA, not sure necessarily what they're going to do, but they needed some help. And they spend more time looking to no

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avail. This is when I call at about 6:00 p.m. their time. And immediately I know something is weird about this situation. She is in Appalachia, after all. Mhm. So, I tell [clears throat] her, "Why don't you make an offering?" I tell her to make a plate with some of the wedding flowers, put some cake on it, and some other things that she thinks maybe, if it is fae, would like. I love that Erin immediately jumps to fae. Yeah. Oh, the fairies stole your keys. Give them cake. I suggest putting shiny things on the plate. I tell her to then call upon all the angels, God, whoever she wants, and whoever she believes in, and then to tell the spirits or fae of the house that she is very appreciative of them, and thank them for letting her stay there, and that she is very sorry if she had done anything to offend them, but she really needs her keys back. Please and thank you. By the way, I've been a practicing pagan for a bit now, so my mom likes to dance around that topic, and she's a very Christian. But, at this point, she actually listens to me, because she's very desperate, and will try anything. We get off the phone,

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and she does exactly as I told her. Within 5 minutes, my aunt comes out of the house, and suggests they look in the trash bags that are sitting by a tree. My mom goes down, and lo and behold, there her keys are, sitting inside one of the bags. How does it get inside of the bag? They totally clean and safe. And also, like, on top, like, in the in the bag, but on top of all the trash.

Yeah. She is flabbergasted, calls me, and says, "Well, it worked." I'm not surprised, but I'm definitely pleased that it it has worked, and that it was a successful way to ease my mom into the idea of paganism, and that it's not entirely bad. I do think the fae were keeping keys for my mom, because they liked her. She was the one who made all of the pretty things, using her creativity to be totally in the moment, and I think they thought she was intriguing. Also, the trash bags were in a circle of stones around a big tree on the property. A fairy ring. Interesting detail. Also, the teen friend of the family that she hugged at the time that

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she lost her keys, also lost his ring in that same hug. The ring was never discovered. You'd think they would have been together, but they weren't, meaning he should have made his own offering. Wow. I hope you enjoyed this story. Cheers, Aaron. I'm just picturing that Italian woman who screams, "A pickpocket! Pickpocket!"

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whenever she sees pickpockets. "Pickpocket!" I also Okay, here's another theory. I definitely believe fey were involved in some way. But what if I mean, her mom had to go drive 9 hours back to Ohio. What if if she had left right then, like something would have happened, like an accident or something?

Okay, but what about the guy who lost his ring? He never recovered it. He also But he also didn't leave until later. Oh, yeah, that is interesting. I wonder if they It's hard to tell cuz it's like sometimes you're like, "Oh my gosh, if I had left 5 minutes before, I would have been in that pileup." Yeah. But then also sometimes there's nothing, but who's to say that you wouldn't have been the one that creates the up or like your

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extra car or taking up that extra space. It's like you saved many people by your keys being stolen. Yeah. Or it was just the fey stealing your stuff. Dang. Yeah.

I accidentally stayed in the Appalachian Mountains

Okay, well, I have another story. It's called I accidentally stayed in the middle of the Appalachian Mountains. How do you accidentally do that? I think the same way that a lot of people live within the range and have no idea that they do.

Cuz they're not all creepy people like us who are obsessed with the Appalachians.

And if you're not like right on the trail That's true. Hello, my favorite ghostesses. My name is Isabelle. Feel free to use my name, and I've been a listener since 2020. I'm caught up from then to now, but I'm still getting back to the ones that I missed in the beginning between new episodes. A little bit about me, I'm a college student from Texas. I was raised in a very haunted house, which is why I have so many stories. But I will share those at a different point. These particular stories are about the time that I spent in an Appalachian Mountain house this past summer. For a little context, I've been in a long distance relationship since April 2024.

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And up until now, my partner, Avery, had been coming to Texas to visit me. But this past July, I had enough time in my schedule to make the trip up to Middletown, New York to stay with her for 2 weeks. 2 weeks in Appalachia? It's important to note that absolutely everything I know about Appalachia is from your podcast.

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I had a clear idea of where the Appalachian Trail was, but with everything else going on in my life and the stress of leaving home for 2 weeks, I never factored in that the mountains go all right through my partner's house. Also, you when you think of Appalachia, you do think of like Virginia, the Carolinas, like southern East Coast.

But [laughter] it stretches.

the like northeast version of Appalachia is definitely kinder to people. Sure. Until who knows what happens.

Not always. Yeah. When I looked up the Appalachian Mountains, my partner's house is right in the freaking middle. After figuring this out, so many of the instances from my trip started to make

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perfect sense. So, I'm going to share a few stories that really stood out to me. The first story is short and it's from a few days into my trip. So, my partner's house is split-level, so the front door is on a small landing and then there are stairs going down to the basement and another set of stairs going up to the kitchen and most of the bedrooms. That afternoon, I was out on the back deck enjoying my first legal joint since the laws are so strict in my home state and my partner was inside cleaning the kitchen. I'm scrolling on my phone, I'm smoking my J, I'm minding my business, when I hear from the woods behind the house this loud guttural scream. It sounded like a little girl screaming, "No!" [screaming] far away. Immediately, I'm concerned because the sun is about to go down and for the life of me, I couldn't remember if any of the neighbors had children. Could they be the source of the yelling? And regardless of if they did or not, someone is screaming in the woods and generally that is not a good omen. Right.

Also, let's remember I'm incredibly [clears throat] high while this [laughter] is happening. So, it's terrifying. I was terrified.

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While I'm literally frozen in my chair, because what do you do in this situation? That same scream happens. Still far away, only a little deeper this time. As if it was no longer a little girl screaming. It was a grown woman. Oh, that's so creepy. It's like testing out different screams to see what will get you

you react to. And then a third time. What is it this time? I could hear whoever it was screaming take a big gasp before screaming again. Like they were right beside me or maybe even under the deck this time. I go inside to tell Avery what has happened and to say that she was unfazed is a complete understatement. Here I am trying to be a stand-up citizen and grabbing my EMT to go see what's wrong and she just shrugs it off like it's any other day. Because it probably is any other day for her. She insisted that we go inside. Everything's probably fine. And truthfully, I was scared as hell so I didn't really put up a fight. Maybe it was nothing like Avery suggested. But after everything else that happened

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while I was in Middletown, is it Middletown or Middleton? Who knows? Spelled Middletown so we're going to call it that. I have lost faith in all pronunciations of any towns after living in New England. Yeah. I really believe something was trying to get us to go into the woods. While we were talking about the woods, I want to tell you girls about the strange dream I had during this visit. Quick context on this, I have always had some complicated dreams. I always remember them and they almost always translate into something in my real life. So, when I had this dream or should I say maybe nightmare, I was mostly concerned about what it meant for my real life because I'd not yet made the Appalachian connection. Mhm. So, I forget what day it is on my trip, but I know Avery had work that day so we went to bed pretty early for us which was around 10:00 p.m. In this nightmare, I wake up to the dog, Kalua, barking. Cute name. I come out of the downstairs bedroom and I walk out to the left to the living room where Kalua is barking at the back door at seemingly nothing. But I know that Kalua doesn't just bark for the hell of it, so whatever the

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reason is, dream Isabel turns on the floodlight outside and goes to see what's up. Mind you, it's pitch black out. The backyard is literal woods. There's not even a fence, just an empty clearing, a garage separate from the house, and a wood burning stove, all lined by thick woods designating a backyard-like area. So, I walk to the very edge of the backyard where Avery's property meets the trees, which is where dream Isabel decides this is far enough. I don't see anything in the woods at all. I don't even hear Kalua anymore. This is so unsettling. So, I turn around and the house is gone. Not farther, not out of my sight, just gone. So, I start running towards where the house was, and once I get past the clearing where the house should be, it's just more woods. I keep running for as long as I can. I'm screaming out for help, but there is no one around. Finally, I trip over something. I fall to the ground. I realize that I'm completely barefoot, that my feet are absolutely torn up. They are pouring

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blood, and I'm trying to pick out rocks and twigs, and they are embedded into me at this point.

I feel the excruciating amount of pain, and for maybe 1 second, I wake up in real life to Kalua barking. I was so scared that I got sucked into some never-ending nightmare, but thankfully Avery got up this time to soothe the dog and then got right back into bed.

Did you check your feet? This is very Pet Sematary. Did you have dirt and twigs between your toes? There was also standard scary that happened while I was at that house, especially when Avery was at work and I was home in that house alone. So, like scratching on walls, voices from other rooms, etc. But that's nothing that I haven't dealt with before in my own spooky house. That stuff I just mostly ignore. Except for when it would set Kalua off, and then I'd be sitting on the kitchen floor and saying like, "The spirits want my soul, Kalua. You are fine." Which, for the record, I would not [laughter] have said if I'd remembered that I was in the middle of the Appalachian Mountains. It's fair you didn't know. You didn't know. All in

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all, I'm pretty grateful that I hadn't thought of it, though. I probably would have spent my entire trip on edge if I had. At the very least, I know now to keep my eyes peeled for creepy And to send anything that happens to you girls after my next trip.

Always. Anyways, that's all I have time for today. I will definitely write in with more stories about my own haunted house, and if anything happens next time I'm in Middletown. There's a town near it that's known for UFO sightings, so maybe that'll be another email, too. Yes. Happy hauntings, Isabel. Okay, Isabel, I feel like the one I mean, this is terrifying, but the one piece that is missing from this email is have you talked to Avery? What are Avery's experiences in that house? Because Avery lives there year-round. Right. And Avery didn't seem to not be phased. But Avery knew what to do. Come inside. Just stay in like come inside. Let's not deal with that. But I also wonder if she was like You're super high. Yeah. But even the dream is very in like indicative of the first experience with like screaming. They're very similar.

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It's like come out to the woods.

Come out to the woods.

We want you in the woods. Come see what's here.

you. Come to the edge. Step one step further.

One little tiny step further. Just past the tree. Just give us your soul and your body so we can consume it and get even stronger and scare more people. Mhm. Yummy, yummy, yum. Yummy, yummy, yummy. Okay, I That just reminded me I had like a very weird dream last night where two things, I had a dream about our one friend Lexi like that she told me she was dating someone who like the name was so clear to me that I woke up and I went to go text it to her, and I remembered the first name, but I didn't remember the last name. But I remember in the dream it being so clear that I was like when I woke up I went to go text her immediately but the second I tried to write the last name it like it went away. What was the first name?

Matt. And I said I had a dream that you were dating someone named Matt who is someone you know from like another phase of your life. She just responded saying the only Matt I know is someone I hate and he's married. But maybe it's a Matt

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that like she crossed paths with Huh. in the past. Yeah, that someone that she's not even

registering as like oh I know that name.

Yeah. If she ever dates a Matt she'll recognize the name.

Yeah. Interesting.

But then the second part of the dream I don't even I feel like it was just like a jump to something else but I was with a bunch of my friends from LA but we were at a house party at like a house near my high school. Like it felt very like New Jersey. And I black out in the sense that like consciously I come back and my phone is like shattered and we've moved to someone else's house. And everyone's acting super weird. And my brain is like not working like my memories are all weird.

Yeah. It's like what happened to you? I go to the bathroom and I look at my face and it's like I'm like I have a [clears throat] massive bruise on my eye, my head is like bloody. And but like the way everyone was acting I was like did I get drunk and like act really foolishly? And I remember calling our friend and this is all happening in the dream and I ask my friend our friend Freya like can you please come here? And

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she like is so hesitant to come and I'm like can you please like what happened? Like I'm really confused like what did I do? And like my first instinct is like what did I do? Like I must have done something that everyone is so like scared and walking on eggshells around me. And apparently in my dream a guy at like the party we were at tried to like make the moves on me and I said no and he punched me in the face and they all like found him like beating me. And that's why I lost consciousness because I literally probably had a concussion.

Do you think that this is because of what we talked about yesterday on the Crimes of episode? It's similar to the It's similar-ish to the story that we covered and you talked about one of Lexi's really bad dates on that same episode.

be. But these are like dark twists.

It was super and like I mean I've definitely been consumed in the true crime world and especially in the last week cuz I was rewriting like four episodes for that, but like it was so vivid. Mhm. And usually I feel I do

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recall some of my dreams, but when I recall them I'm always like what?

I'm like what? Is it me?

It is It like does freak you out when things are Yeah. Interesting that you had a dream like in the past week that you were being injured and then I had the dream last week that I was injuring.

Yeah. But also that makes sense for you and I.

[laughter]

You're a fighter, I'm a freezer. Yeah, there we There we go. Thank goodness neither of them happened that didn't a dream, but um this next [clears throat] story The scary one next, right? This next story is not a dream. It very much happened in real life and it is terrifying.

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the voice on the ridge

It is from our listener Chris. And it has Well, it's called The Voice on the Ridge, and it has an entity that we will not say its entire name.

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Hey guys, I found your channel a few months back and I'm enjoying all your content. Keep up the great work. I figured right before Halloween you could use a story that I have never shared anywhere. Here's a little backstory. It's about my buddy's dad. I'll leave his name out for privacy, but I've gotten to know their family really well over the years, and I can tell you I believe every word that he told me. They gave me chills the first time I heard it, and every time since it still gives me chills. And this took place in Appalachia, which my family actually owns a cabin in the same stretch of Appalachian woods where this happened. And after spending plenty of time up there myself, I can say one thing is for sure, those mountains are unbelievably beautiful during the day, but at night they've got a whole different feel to them. It took a couple of years for my buddy's dad to say anything to anybody else because it's very haunting and unsettling. And even when he thinks back to it, he feels really unsettled. But when it happened, he knew nothing of

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SW's. But now, years later, he knows and he knows the rules. If you see something, no you didn't. If you hear something, no you didn't. This is called The Voice in the Ridge, based on a true encounter in Centre County, Pennsylvania, in the heart of Appalachian Mountains, December 2018. It was early December of 2018, a Thursday night, cold enough that your breath turned to fog the moment you stepped outside. Deep in the mountains of Centre County, my buddy's dad, who I've become good friends with over the years, sat alone in his cabin. Now, my buddy's dad wasn't new to these woods. He'd hunted them since his early 30s, and after decades of tracking deer through those ridge lines, he felt like he could have walked them blindfolded. He often said he knew the terrain so well that he didn't even need a flashlight to find his stand in the dark morning hours. Which, if you know how dark it gets in like the wooded area without like city light and light pollution, it is dark. Do you want to know like the craziest thing I've ever

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heard anyone in my family do before? And this was just a couple years ago.

your dad? Of course it was.

[laughter]

When he was hunting, instead of going back to sleep and then go back out like in the middle of the day, he stayed in his tree stand. All night long. Did he sleep or did he stay awake? I think I think he slept. He had the little mobile heater on him. Just slept up there. But tell me like that nothing sounds more miserable. I know. All right, Bill. Some people are built different. Built built different. Built different. Northern New Hampshire man sleeps in tree stand. All right. So, this night though, something changed my buddy's dad's confidence forever. It was around 10:00 p.m. The fire had been burning, but was going down, and the woods outside were deathly still. No wind, no snow, just silence pressing in on the cabin. My buddy's dad did not have anything to drink. He hadn't touched anything stronger than coffee. But it's 10:00 p.m. and he hears it. A

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voice. It is a very close voice, and it sounds familiar. And it says, "Hey." He froze because it sounded just like his hunting buddy, Tim. Same casual tone, same inflection, but Tim was not supposed to be there. Tim had texted earlier that week saying he couldn't make it up to the cabin that week. I hate this because this reminds me of some of the stories of hunters that go missing. I know. So, my buddy's dad steps outside confused, maybe thinking that Tim changed his mind and drove up last minute. The air was cold. His boots crunched softly in the frost. He stood on the porch scanning the dark tree line. And again, he heard it. Hey. This time it came from just beyond the tree line, maybe 30 yards out. And it still sounded like Tim. So, my buddy's dad calls out, Tim? Is that you? There's no answer. And then it came again. Hey. But now it's further away. Deeper. In the woods. So.

Which means it's closer. If it's further away, it's closer. If it sounds close,

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it's further away. And it's trying to lure you into the [clears throat] woods again. So, my buddy's dad grabs his jacket and he starts up the trail. His instincts are pulling him towards the sound because he's hearing it as it's his friend Tim. And at first he's not afraid, he's just confused. And the forest was second nature to him. He knew this well. He wasn't afraid of it. But the voice called out again. Same tone, same word, but this time something was off about it. It was hollow, like robotic. Echoing as if it was coming through someone else's throat. Hey. That sound good? Hey. Hey. He stopped. And all of a sudden he realized there is no sound. No wind, no crickets, just silence. And then that feeling hit him. Sudden, heavy dread, the kind that settles into your gut before your mind even catches up. Every instinct screamed to leave. So, he turned and he ran. He sprinted down the path back to the

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cabin and didn't stop running until he got back into the cabin, slammed the door, and locked every window and bolt he could find. And he sat there for a long time. He didn't hear another word for the rest of the night. But, he also didn't sleep that entire night. The next morning, he packed up his things and drove home early. It was an unsettling ride, and he had a difficult time trying to process what had happened. Even now, years later, he won't go up to that cabin alone. When he tells the story, his hand still tremble. He says it wasn't an animal, and he knows it wasn't Tim. Now, of course, he knows what it really was.

[sighs and gasps]

My gosh, he is so lucky. So lucky. That is from Chris. He survived it. It is interesting because it's like he was a hunter, which means he had a gun on him. And I am just curious like what would happen.

with him to go look for Tim? Cuz he thought it was his friend. He was probably just like, oh, like I need to go

Well, don't you bring your gun with you? Where would he leave it? In the cabin? Oh, I was picturing him like still in

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the tree stand this whole time.

You're picturing him like Bill. No, he was in his cabin. Well, cuz we started with him like being able to find his tree stand in the middle of the dark, so I just was thinking I No, he was in a cab in his cabin like basically unwinding for the night by the fire.

Yeah. Oh my god, so creepy. Like what what is this world? The sick fascination in me like wants to know what happens if you keep following the voice, if you keep going. But, then I'm also like we probably don't know what happens because people who have done that have not lived to tell the tale. Mhm. Right? Yeah. Like they're probably trying to kill you.

Or take you. Or maybe I guess we don't truly know what happened. So, what if when you are caught, you do return? It's just you're a little different because they take over you. And then they get to live life as a human. It's basically a possession. Yeah. I don't know. It reminds me of some of those like creepy Reddit stories. Or like what's the one that you did an episode about it? Then is it No

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End House? Where he got out, but he was like different. He thought he got out, and then at the very end there's some imagery

like, oh he never got out. Yeah. Uh, I'm trying to I just tried to Google this. It's a I'll figure it out for next time. I should actually do an episode on this guy. There's this guy who he's like very much alive right now. I think he has kids around same age as us. He gets to visited by this like entity, this like woman or whatever and basically

Yeah, and she gives him like predictions of the future and what's going to happen and stuff.

is that you? And apparently, I think it's around Easter. So like March of 2026, we are supposed to get a lot of answers as to like what the hell's going on. And I think it means like paranormally. Well, there is a lot of alien stuff that's happening and the new season of High Strange I think is out now and maybe there's like a connection between what's all going down. Are we ready to to know? I'm I have been ready. I'm ready, too. People could say

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anything. Also, I don't think we'll ever know like the full extent, but like I think we'll start to tap into like some things that allow us to study it more Mhm. Or learn about it more.

When do we get to the point where we're like planet Lanius and we can just hear each other's thoughts? Actually, I don't like that anymore after watching

Very Pluribus. Yeah, I don't want it. No. You know what I want? I want to I want to go reverse.

[clears throat]

You want to go back to what? I want to go back to the average lifespan being 35 years old. When people were just like killing each other left and right, hygiene was non-existent.

Dirty water everywhere.

throwing their out of the windows. You're walking below and pee gets poured on your head. No, I would prefer pee over poo being poured on your head. No, I don't want any of that. I And when I say I want to go back, maybe just to the '90s. Yeah. To the '80s, '90s, 2000s to early internet where you would just sit there for 20 minutes while your computer screamed at you just to play a little game.

sound. Okay, this will maybe this is something you can implement in your

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child's life is I saw this on TikTok, a group of moms, like all of their girls were like they're in middle school or something like that. The group of moms all agreed to not get their kids cell phones and for Christmas bought all of them landlines.

Landlines.

And so now the like middle aged girls are like calling each other on the landlines and I'm like that is so cute.

that. That's so good.

it. I actually had my parents give me all of the old VHS like kids VHS Mhm.

VHS tapes that they still had because I want to get like a small VHS TV.

Mhm. So that that can be practiced and it's not like the instant like skip ad like to put on now like a little bit of patience cuz already we watch like trash truck and like a couple like little shows or whatever cuz Noah doesn't sit and that's the only way to like get him to relax and like have a snack once a day for like three minutes.

a VHS TV go for these days? Oh, not much. Really? Yeah, probably like 45 bucks.

them new. Yeah, 50 bucks, 40 bucks.

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Damn, I'm going to get one of those. Yeah. Cuz they're not making new ones. Those I feel like will be worth something.

[laughter]

I'm just going to start collecting.

The new TVs are so cheap because they're just Right, but they just they're not making these ones anymore.

making these ones. Yeah, so now I have like I think like Matilda and Land Before Time and stuff like that on VHS.

Cute. Uh we yearn for the simpler days. Yeah, I I don't yearn for Appalachia person I yearn for Appalachian stories. I don't yearn to be alone in the Appalachias.

No. But if you ever go out of your cabin and be the dark woods. Into the dark woods. Um but if you find yourself in Appalachia or have found yourself there, and if you're living there and you are frequently visited and invited into the woods, please email those stories to us at twogirlsoneghostpodcast@gmail.com. And you can join us on Patreon for ad-free and one weekly episodes. Plus there are a lot of encounters where we read an extra story and we put that

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extra story on Patreon for our Patreon listeners. We have witch class over there. We have campfire stories. So, every Tuesday you can come share your story with us live. It's so great. It's so much fun. Thank you all for joining us. Thank you to Jamie Ryan for editing and producing our podcast. Thank you Emma Levantar for helping us with socials and producing our podcast. And we will See you on the other side. Very spooky.